It wasn’t a sheep of unusual shape,
And it won’t have been somebody’s dog who’d escaped.
That mysterious creature that made you all gape?
It was me.
It wasn’t a badger, it wasn’t a deer
It wasn’t a housecat, deceptively near;
Though the light was diminishing, that much was clear:
It was me.
And that sound you heard? More of a growl than a bleat
So wasn’t a goat: they’ve the wrong kind of feet.
It wasn’t a dressing gown, dropped in the street:
It was me.
These conspiracy theories do make me grieve:
Why is it such a challenge for you to believe
Your own eyes? My intention is not to deceive:
It was me.
But you won’t be convinced. I have realized that.
You’ll accept without question an otter or bat
But refuse to believe, when you see a big cat
That it’s me!
Tom Juniper Poetry 